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Malik’s grip tightened in your hair as he dragged you back, the swollen tip of his cock slapping wetly against your cheek. “You like that, don’t you?” he sneered, smearing precum across your skin with rough, taunting strokes. “Love the way this BBC marks up your pretty white face.” A whimper caught in your throat as he struck you again—harder this time—the thick shaft leaving a stinging heat in its wake. His laughter was low, dark, as he watched your lashes flutter. “Answer me, bitch."

A whimper caught in your throat as he struck you again, harder this time, the thick shaft leaving a stinging heat in its wake. You couldn't believe he was treating you like this, worse still, how much it turned you on. His laughter was low, dark, as he watched your lashes flutter. “Answer me, bitch.” he laughed again.

Your lips parted, trembling around the words he demanded. “I love your BBC,” you gasped, voice ragged and broken. The admission sent a fresh wave of humiliation burning through you, but your body betrayed you, hips shifting restlessly against the floor.

Malik’s fingers dug into your scalp, forcing your face closer as his cock twitched against your spit-slicked lips. “Say it again,” he growled, voice thick with dominance. “Louder. Like you mean it.” Your breath hitched, thighs trembling as you **** the words past your swollen lips. “I love your BBC,” you moaned, louder this time, voice shaking with **** need. “I’m just a good slut for it, sir.” A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he dragged the thick head of his cock over your tongue, smearing precum along your taste buds. “Damn right you are,” he sneered, gripping your hair tighter.

"Pathetic little white slut," Malik snarled, his voice dripping with contempt as he dragged the heavy length of his cock across your flushed cheek. The slap came without warning, a sharp crack of flesh against flesh that made your head jerk sideways, the sting blooming hot across your skin. Your moan spilled out unbidden, high and ****, as he struck you again, the thick shaft leaving a wet trail of spit and precum in its wake. "Look at you," he taunted, gripping your jaw to **** your gaze up at him. "Moaning like a bitch in heat just from getting slapped with my dick."

The sting of his slap still burned your cheek as your mind reeled—how the hell did I end up like this? Just the day before you were a man, situations like this existed only in porn. Now you were part of it, and it was even the first time today.

Malik’s fingers tightened in your hair, forcing your head back as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, bitch?” His voice was a rough growl, thick with mocking amusement. “Bet that little white pussy’s dripping just from sucking my dick.”

A whimper tore from your throat as his words sent a fresh pulse of wetness between your thighs—he was right, your body betraying you completely. Your hips jerked involuntarily, the slick heat of your pussy clenching around nothing, **** to be filled.

Malik’s grip tightened in your hair, forcing your head back further as his dark eyes bored into yours. “I asked you a question, bitch,” he growled, dragging the thick, veined length of his cock down your throat again just to hear you gag. “You want me to fuck your little white cunt with a real man’s cock?